Date: Mon, 24 May 2010 10:46:31 -0700
From: mdrx@juno.com
Subject: The Ranch Rauch 3
This story is completely fictional. It is about the relationship between me
and multiple guys and horses. Many forms and fetishes of bondage will be
used as well as severe punishment. Many twists, turns, and surprises are in
store. This is a multi-chapter story and after this one you might have to
read the ones before it to fully understand what is happening. I do a
recall in the first paragraph with the highlights of what went on in the
previous chapter. A full list of names and characters is available, but the
names of the characters in each chapter are mentioned before I begin that
chapter. If your name is used it is coincidental and the characters were
based on the personality of Masters, Sir's, boys, slaves, horses, girls,
and women I have known. I Have full permission from these personalities in
the before sentence to use them however I want. A few of the characters
are minors, but they do not participate in any sex acts. If you are not 18
or if it is illegal for any reason you should not read this story and
should instead leave right away.
Copyright rules apply.
If you would like to suggest a fetish with horses or something wild or
crazy you would like me to include you are gladly encouraged to e-mailing
me at: mdrx@juno.com
Character list:
Mike: A lean fit muscular guy in his forties.
Master Rick: A lean fit muscular owner of a ranch and horse herd in his mid
fifties.
Master Wes: Same as Master Rick but a bit younger, does ranch and real
estate.
Bazooka: The lead stallion of the ranch
# 3 The next pounding
I wake up and Master Wes is there. He motions me to kneel and I do
so. Bazooka was let out earlier, I assume to graze. He asks me how I felt
and I reply I do not know. I get a chuckle out of Master Wes. He gently
squeezes my nuts and plays with my dick to make it hard. My abs twitch and
my knees shake a bit. Master Wes releases his hands and says how do they
feel? I say that they are irritated but not sore.
I mention about Bazooka being in the upside down position and he licking my
nuts and dick gently when I passed out. He nods and says that Bazooka has
not done that to his knowledge before so that means that Bazooka has
something special in mind and we will find out later today.
I am led back into the house and given a shower to clean me and then a
surprise, led to a special hot tub but it is not filled with water but
oil. This to me is a special reward for not failing yesterday. It is a
different type of tub that is deep not wide. As I slowly get in the oil and
it is deep enough to get all but my head submerged. I hear a noise and turn
around to see stocks suspended over the tub but with only a head opening. I
slide my head in and the stocks are clamped shut.
Master Wes points out the handles and I put my hands into them and they
clamp shut immobilizing my hands. Master Wes says feel with your feet along
the edge and stick your feet in. I find then and feel my feet being
clamped. I cannot move and every inch of skin from the neck down is exposed
to the oil. Master Wes presses a button and bubbles start coming up. I gasp
at the sensation and Master Wes smiles. He says you will be here a bit and
to relax and leaves to make breakfast.
I think an hour has passed when Master Wes comes back and turns off the
tub. The clamps are released and I start to get out but I am motioned not
to. He presses a button and a lift built in raises me back up to level. I
stay there for a minute letting the oil drip off me and I am very
smooth. Master Wes nods and gives me a towel to dry off and to give me a
house coat and sandals. We go to the dining room to have breakfast as
indeed I am very hungry.
Master Wes gives a solid spank on my dick and rubs my dick hard. I extend
my dick out and I asked Master Wes to spank again harder. He does so and
makes my dick throb. I ask Master Wes to move my dick out of the way and
slap as hard as possible to my nuts. My legs quiver at the impact and
Master Wes force bends my dick under me causing me to yelp. He says enough
we do not want to keep Bazooka waiting as his punishments are severe. A
thong is put on bending my dick but it feels good under restraint.
I am led to the room and Bazooka is there. I am given the directive to
clean and brush him. He knickers at me and gets one of my best brushing and
cleaning jobs. I return the brushes to the storage area and wait for what
is to come next. I see a 5 gallon bucket next to the table as well as a
full hood with holes only for the nose. There is also a small bag. Master
Rick asks if I am ready and I say that Master Wes warmed me up and I am.
A gallon of milk was given to me and I drink until it is gone. I am given
more laxative. The hood was put on and nothing but a little light and sound
is present. My feet are spread apart and I feel my nut sack tied as before
but I get a little surprise as a heavy weight is attached and swung freely
to stretch my nut sack. I whimper a bit but feel the clamps reattached and
the neck collar put on. My dick is fully hard but now bigger but sagging
with the weight on my nut sack. The weight is released and my dick head is
reattached to the nipple clamps.
While this was happening, a pulley was being attached to the back ring of
the collar and the weight dropped to stretch my nut sack back under me. My
knees shake at the strain but my nut sack and dick do not. After a moment I
straighten up and the string is tied off. I hear a scraping noise and
figure it is the five gallon bucket. I am asked to sniff it and I realize
it is fresh horse dung. I am asked do I want it moist or soupy. I reply
moist at the bottom and soupy at the top and I feel a new diaper loosely
put on. I am asked how much and I say as much as can be crammed in. Master
Wes says good choice.
I am told to hold out the rear of the diaper and I feel a third of the
bucket slide down the back of my butt. I am asked to turn around and
another third is put in the front then forced between my legs. The rest is
put in the front. I am felt and there is room left and Master Rick says to
get a fresh shot from Bazooka down the front and a good load is given and a
piece of wood crams in as much as possible and I am felt and there is no
leakage or no space left.
I mention that I feel the milk coming and the rubber pants are put on
compressing the shit between my legs. I am not dropped as before but gently
put on his back. I feel ropes being lashed to my legs somewhat secure and
my hands tied in front of me so I can put my hands on the base of his
neck. I do not feel the shit move and wonder what will happen. I feel my
full body weight is on the base of my dick.
I sense Bazooka in a good mood and eager to please as we are led
somewhere. I could smell we were in an arena as I could smell the hay and
the grain. The blindfold was taken off and I was amazed how much shit I had
crammed between my legs. The strings are tightened to my dick and nut sack
and I am asked if I am ready to shit. I say yes as it is throbbing and my
butt is clenched tight to hold it back.
Master Wes says we are going to Bazooka have his way with you. If you do
whatever Bazooka wants to his satisfaction he will indicate what the next
phase will be and the hood is put back on. I feel a pat. And then silence I
assumed he would trot for awhile but I was wrong. I relax my butt and I
feel Bazooka tense and shift backward and realize he is rearing up to full
height. I let loose in mid air as much as possible and he lands hard
compressing me onto his back. The force is hard enough for me to scream.
I gasp as my dick and balls scream at me. I feel hands lifting me up since
the ropes were not tight and holding myself up hands force more gunk
between my legs I am told to let go and I feel I have three inches between
me and I feel Bazooka tense and rear up. I shit some more in mid air and
hold my legs out as far as possible and bear the brunt of the shock on the
base of my dick. My dick and balls scream at me and I cum hard for the next
seven rear ups and plunges. Bazooka stops at a hand signal I assume as I am
gasping.
I am lifted one more time and asked to drain myself and I do that as much
shit as possible is pushed between my legs. The strings and nipple clamps
are removed from their restraints but the nut sack is not but is pulled
harder. My dick, now bigger and thicker, is forced bent around the waist of
the diaper. I have over three inches between him and me. A voice says you
must achieve direct contact with Bazooka; he will not stop until he feels
the base of your dick on his spine.
I nod yes I understand and we are led to the back behind the barn and I
feel solid ground. Bazooka does only half rears reaching five feet. I
extend my legs out for the first one and my nuts scream at me. There is no
pause as if fighting a snake. Wham, wham, wham, I lose count after seven
hard plunges and cum on every plunge and it does not stop. After about
twenty plunges, I feel him gather and rise up fully I let my legs out and
the last hit makes me scream.
I was gasping so hard I was not aware Bazooka stopped. Bazooka was led back
to the arena and to walk around the arena. He did so with a brisk walk and
I felt pleasure from my nut sack. It felt like that he was not tired in the
slightest. My hood was taken off and given some water. I looked down at my
stretched dick and said wow.
The jumps were set up around the arena and set to 2 to 5 feet high. Bazooka
neighs and a voice say's yes? Bazooka walks over to a series of pictures
and noses on the blindfold, a clock and the number 6. Well Master Rick's
voice says, Bazooka has decided you wear the blindfold, and you will be on
his back for 6 hours. I nod yes. Bazooka sees me nod yes and rears up fully
and he lands hard compressing me onto his back. I show not the slightest
fear as my dick and balls throb hard at me.
As we go back into the arena, we stop to get some items. Master Wes says do
you want another mystery balloon? I say yes with something different now
and another one in three hours and that it take's harder force to break.
Master Wes smiles and says okay, be back in a moment. Master Wes says trot
around the arena till I return. Bazooka trots with grace and I post with
him so I compress my dick and they tingle as if pleasured. I nudge my knees
to do some small jumps and we start hopping over the small ones and we go
over as one over three five foot gates. I hear a stop command and Bazooka
transitions to a walk and return to Master Wes.
We walk over to Master Wes and he unties the restraints, tickles Bazooka so
he lowers his front so I can get off and Master Wes removes the rubber
shorts and temporarily takes off the diaper. My dick freed, stretches out
fully and then I hear a clip and my dick is bent under me with the force of
a twenty pound rock. I gasp at the strain and pain of my dick being bent in
this manner. My right leg buckles and I drop to one knee. I hear "get up"
and slowly get back up and stand straight both knees quivering.
My dick slowly succumbs to the weight of the rock and I feel it touch my
tailbone. The weight is released and my dick rubbed till hard again. I hear
"fight the strain" and the weight is reattached and my dick screams in
agony and I pump it as best as possible but the weight wins out and my dick
slowly returns to the tailbone. Good enough for now, He cleans my dick and
attaches a dick pump and stretches my dick as far as it will go.
I ask Master Wes to set all the jumps at five to six feet while my dick
stretches out. Okay Master Wes says, sit on Bazooka so your dick has
support, and I get on Bazooka. Bazooka knickers to Master Wes who says walk
and we do for about a half hour so my dick was stimulated by the pump and
stride walked. I hear return and we head back next to the table and there
is a massive balloon there. Master Rick concocted this pointing to the
balloon but it is something different.
No pounding will be allowed nor will you try to break it on jumping. My nut
sack is rubbed and then stretched back as far as it will go. He removes the
dick pump and attaches a string to my dick head. He gets the shit filled
diaper and grabs another five gallon bucket of shit and smothers my dick
with what shit remains in the old diaper so it is slimy. He asks me to
spread my legs and to hold the balloon while he attaches the diaper. He
says to rotate the balloon so the tied end is up so the balloon will have a
harder time breaking. I do so and feel the contents slosh around.
Bring your legs together and hold the balloon as tight as possible. I feel
the diaper return and hold it tightly. I feel new crap being poured and
crammed into the diaper so there is no space left. I feel a gallon of water
being poured in making the crap soupy. The rubber shorts are yanked up
compressing everything between my legs and my dick wrapped around my waist.
Turn to face Bazooka, put your hands behind your back, and spread you
legs. I hear Master say to Bazooka do you approve? I sense what is to
happen and a foreleg lashes out and kicks the base of the balloon hard at
the base of my dick. The balloon vibrates but does not break. Bazooka nods,
ready to do whatever to break it on command, and then I suffer till the
next balloon.
Master Wes attaches the collar, yanks hard on the nut sack line and secures
it. I feel Master Wes's hands force down the shit so everything is now
between my legs. Bazooka lowers himself and I get on and he rises slowly
and Master Wes ties my arms and legs securely. He asks water? I say half in
front and half in back so the shit, my legs, and balloon will get wet and
so I will not chafe. He says okay and starts pouring first the back. My
butt clinches but then relaxes. The front gets the rest. I feel the soupy
shit start to move down into every crevice of the diaper and shorts.
Another gallon of milk and laxative I drink. The hood is put on with a gag
and I hear the command walk and we go around the arena and my wet legs and
balloon mold themselves to each other. I feel like there is four inches of
liquid and I feel Bazooka pump himself to get ready to start jumping.
Okay Master Wes says. Do you feel the balloon ready to break? I nod yes to
Master Wes. Bazooka does a little trot, breaks into a gallop and heads for
a series of jumps. I lean forward as I have no choice and I feel the
liquids go backward as we go up and forward as we go down. We go over three
jumps and turn around and Bazooka lowers his ass at a signal from Master
Wes and stops hard and the force of me being slammed me hard onto Bazooka's
back causes the balloon to explode.
My nut sack and dick scream in pain as mineral ice, liquefied pumpkin
filling, and molasses cover my dick, nut sack and legs. The pain was so
great I actually screamed out loud. I was loud enough so that the gag could
not contain it.
Bazooka does half rears and my legs, balls and dick seem to be on
fire. Bazooka fully rears and the pounding drives home the force being
applied and I cum hard at each plunge and scream at the pressure
applied. Bazooka stops and my hood and gag are removed and I am fully
gasping to breathe, I tell Master Wes after a moment I could not hold the
pain in any longer. Master Wes says your three hours start now. It was okay
to scream for the balloon bust but only then.
I am given another gallon of water to drink and more laxative. The hood is
refastened, and I feel the straps around my legs taken off so I think the
rubber shorts can leak and drain. I feel Bazooka start walking. I sense he
is in no hurry to jump so I relax as much as possible. I feel most of the
liquid drain out by my legs as Bazooka walks. The base of my dick rubs with
the inside of my diaper to grind in with the shit in the diaper between my
legs and wonder why the liquid is allowed to drain. We have been walking
for a few minutes when I feel the water and whatever shit in me and I
clinch my butt to hold it all back.
Bazooka senses that I am starting to hold it but does increase his pace to
a fast walk. Bazooka is waiting for the last moment that I cannot hold it
any longer. I wait for it seems like five minutes to let the pressure build
and my butt cannot hold it back I shift my weight to settle and I think
Bazooka senses that it is time and I feel him gather himself. I sense we
are coming out off a corner he continues to turn to be more in the middle
of the arena and stops.
I relax my legs and a moment later he fully rears up and holds it there and
I let loose as much shit and water as I have. He comes down hard and I
nearly scream but hold it as the pressure being applied to my dick and
balls is extreme. Bazooka does some half rears to make sure whatever I am
holding is mixed well with the shit and whatever else is there. We start
jumping and my dick and balls scream at every landing and some half rears
are intermixed. I shit some more in mid jump and compresses the water that
comes out of me and leaks out. We continue to jump doing singles and
doubles and I feel the base of my dick mashing whatever is left in the
diaper.
I think Master Wes senses that am ready for another balloon and signals
Bazooka as he slows to a trot then walk and then stops. Bazooka is
breathing hard but is not tired. I feel hands feeling me and the hood and
gag are removed. Master Wes says we are halfway through the first
section. I am going to release and untie you so I can inspect your nuts and
dick. I merely nod since I am breathing hard. The rope is untied and
removed and Bazooka kneels so I can get off. I very slowly stand up and see
the rubber shorts come off and a gob of water drains out. Master Wes slips
down my diaper enough to release my dick and nut sack. My knees shake as my
nuts are released and my dick is throbbing hard.
A device is hung between my legs, supported by suspenders, and it appears
to be a metal cup used by martial art guys to protect their nuts, but this
is a larger cup that is much deeper and longer so my hole is
covered. Master Wes guides me back to the side room and Bazooka follows. We
walk into the center of the room and I am blindfolded. I hear gear moving
and my hands get restraints but my legs do not. I feel the cup lowered and
here some clicks and then pushed back up. I feel a tube going up my ass and
hear a ratcheted noise and realize the cup is being jacked up and I feel
the whole cup lift me off the ground.
My hands are tied straight out and I feel hoses attached to the metal
cup. I feel warm water being pumped into my ass and around the nut sack and
the water being drained out. I relax only to have the cup vibrate me. I
sense Bazooka walk up to me and start licking my nipples. I gasp at the
sensation and nearly pass out. The vibrator continues for a half hour then
is shut off. I feel myself being lowered and the cup and restraints being
removed. I feel my nut sack and dick throb hard and I feel the rest of me
washed and cleaned. I feel Master Wes bend my dick to the left and right,
then fully up then bend it under me. I feel the strain but grunt a
little. My nut sack is squeezed but pleasure is what I feel.
Master Wes says good boy, you are doing well. I am laid on a bench so I can
relax for a moment. I hear Bazooka walk up and I am surprised that he licks
my dick to make it harder and sucks the whole rod into his mouth. My whole
body shakes at the sensation and Master Wes squeezes my hard nipples and I
gasp loudly and ask if I could cum. Ask Bazooka Master Wes says.
I ask Bazooka if I can and while asking Master Wes walks behind me and
continues to squeeze my nipples from behind me and I feel Bazooka's lips
close and his tongue is wrapped around my dick and I am lifted off the
bench. I feel my dick quiver and shoot one of the biggest loads that I
feel I have never done before. Bazookas lower me back to the ground and
stroke my dick for a few times and then let's go.
I feel that my dick and my body weight on my dick seem to have stretched
the base of my dick a whole inch. We return back to where the diaper and
other stuff are waiting. I ask for some more milk, laxative, and to have
horse shit crammed into the diaper. Master Wes says okay but I am going to
reattach the nipple clamps. I nod yes ad the collar with rings is put on
and then the nipple clamps. My dick is snugly tied to the nipple clamp
chain and my nut sack is re wrapped and a string is attached. The rock
weight is tied on and dropped straining my nut sack, dick, and nipples but
they seem not to be in pain as before. The hood is put back on.
Bazooka seems to sense this and since the rock is only a few inches off the
ground steps on it causing me to gasp out loud. I feel Master Wes adjust my
dick so the tension is tighter. He smoothes on a thick layer of mineral ice
on my nut sack and dick and I say that feels good, not as painfully as
before. The diaper is slipped on and I feel it make contact with my dick
and nut sack and it feels soggy and full of leftover shit. The rubber pants
are slid up halfway and I hear a container open and the diaper filled to
the brim with horse shit.
I hear Bazooka walk up and Master Wes says step forward. I do and I feel
the front part of the diaper pulled out and Bazooka pees into the
diaper. It feels warm as it trickles through the shit. I feel the diaper
snap back into place and the rubber shorts pulled up tight compressing the
diaper and shit. I feel Master Wes push as much shit as it will go between
my legs. I am given a leg up and launched up high and come down hard on
Bazooka's back. I gasp hard as my dick and nut sack are pressured. I am
retied loosely so my ass can slap Bazooka's back.
We are led back to the arena and Bazooka is happy to return to jumping and
does some half rears pounding me a bit but I enjoy it. I feel the milk
coming and nudge Bazooka and we circle the arena and as we start on the
first jump in mid air I let loose the liquid mess inside me and yet cum
again as we land compressing me on his back and we do not stop jumping
until Master Wes signals Bazooka to stop. Bazooka slows to a walk and stops
and I am shaking a bit with all the jumping and knowing it is only half
over.
The ropes are untied and Bazooka lowers himself and I get off and feel for
his neck and give him a big hug and he knickers in response. My hood is
removed and I am given water and I drink deeply. The rubber pants slightly
pulled down and another massive balloon is slid between my legs. I hold
onto the balloon while the diaper and rubber pants are yanked up. Master
Wes say's no need for the hood so you can see around. It will be up to
Bazooka to break the balloon.
Then the strings to my nipples and dick are tightened a bit more. Bazooka
lowers himself so I can get on and not break the balloon and rises. The
ropes are reattached loosely so I can rub the balloon with my legs and
dick. Bazooka starts walking and I feel like being on a water bed but
feeling Bazooka through the fluid. We walk a lap and I nudge him saying I
am ready as the balloon has settled and Bazooka knickers back. He does not
do the half rears but shifts into a trot, then gallop. We go around the
arena and I relax a bit and Bazooka sensing this lowers his ass and comes
to a sudden stop.
The force of the stop and as I slam hard into Bazookas back the balloon
breaks and I feel creamed corn, liquid cream cheese, and some Ben gay get
everywhere within the rubber shorts. My nut sack and part of my dick get
emerged in the liquid. I scream as the Ben gay gets into my nut sack and
dick causing instant pain. We trot around and the pounding mixes everything
between my legs and I seem to be on fire as the Ben gay gets everywhere. We
stop and Master Wes tightens the ropes and says have fun.
We trot for a bit the change to a gallop and we fly over the jumps and as
we land each time the shock waves are felt in my nut sack and dick. I let
lose the shit and water but do not cum as before sensing Bazooka has
something in mind for me. After what seems like minutes but was nearly two
hours Master Wes calls stop and we slow to a trot and walk and stop next to
Master Wes and he unties the rope. Bazooka lowers himself so I can get off
and Master Wes unties the rope and nipple clamps along with the rubber
shorts and diaper. Master Wes says how do you feel? I respond that my dick
and nut sack are on fire and sore but unhurt and Master Wes says good.
Now for a reward, I am boosted back onto Bazooka's back lift myself up so
my nut sack is pulled back and follow Master Wes out next to the
river. Master Wes says grab tight with your legs and with your hands to his
mane. Bazooka senses the squeeze of my legs and does some half rears
pounding me and then leaps into the river. I cum again when we hit the
water, and I slide off and rub him clean and then myself. I get back on and
we climb out of the river and follow Master Wes back to the side room where
I get off Bazooka. Master Wes looks me over and says take care of Bazooka.
I grab some towels and rub him down, brush him and put his blanket on and
lead him to his stall and feed him. I give him a big hug and he knickers at
me. Master Wes says come and I follow him to the back yard to the hot tub
with oil in it. I get in and Master Wes puts on the stock on my neck and
says relax; I will be back when dinner is ready. I say yes Master Wes and
turns on the tub and I am so exhausted I fall asleep. I hear music coming
from somewhere and it is soothing.
I was so deep in sleep that I did not feel the tub turned off and me being
carried into the house next to the dining room table. I am laid on the
floor and a few minutes later I smell food and wake up. Both Master Wes and
Master Rick are there smiling. Master Rick calls me over and looks me over,
feeling my nut sack and dick which are still throbbing.
Master Rick says come over here to the other side of me and there is a jack
stand with a different cup and I straddle it and it is jacked up so my body
weight forces my entire dick and balls into the cup. I am told by Master
Rick to eat and the cup starts vibrating, not hard, just enough to massage
my dick and balls.
Master Wes tells me to recall all that happened and how I felt. I do so and
also mention that I was becoming used to it, that it was painful with the
Ben gay but will get used to it. I also mention about the music uncertain
where it came from. Both Master Wes and Master Rick nod and smile Master
Rick says finish eating and we will play with you till bed time. I say yes
Master Rick and continue eating.
After dinner the cup is lowered and taken off and the throbbing in my nut
sack and dick has stopped. My dick freed from the cup stretches out,
hardens fully and seems to say ready for more. I am led into a room I had
not noticed it before. It was full of bondage equipment some new and some
old. I noticed locked storage cabinets and assumed more equipment was
stored there. I ask Master Rick if I can shit before we begin. He points to
an unusual toilet that I straddle and let loose. I drain myself and then
restraints are put on my legs and arms.
I am then blindfolded and feel pads being attached to my abs and some strap
on the base of my dick and dick head. I feel a tube with a plug inserted
into my hole and liquid seems to be pumped inside me, I smell it as the
beer I had for dinner. Then I hear the noise of shrink wrap. I am told to
suck it in and hold it and I am wrapped from the neck down. The only spots
that are exposed are my nipples, nut sack, and dick. I am led to a table
and secured to it so I could not move. I wince as my nipples are squeezed,
balls slapped and my dick played with.
I feel wires being attached and realize it is an Electra stimulation
device. I hear relax this will not hurt and let the device have its way
with you. I completely relax and feel my abdominal muscled contort then
relax. I feel a second area and my dick starts to contort too. I hear
Master Rick say we are going to let you enjoy the sensation and change the
pattern after about ten minutes. I am going to increase the setting. Gasp
when you feel working well. I feel the voltage increase till my dick and
abdominals are convulsing hard and I gasp.
Master Rick says well, now I will rub you. I feel his hands and Master Wes
tickle and tease me. I grunt at the stimulation given and after some time a
gag is inserted and wrapped into place with shrink wrap and I breathe hard
and deep thru my nose. They turn the voltage way up and feel my body shake
and contort and I hear a hold on. I continue to convulse for another minute
and all of the sudden it stops and I pass out.
I dream of the music again and am fascinated by the tune as I cannot seem
to locate the source. I sense I have heard the music before but where. Then
I think of a horse show when I was younger and remember there were many
horses there. I do not remember much but the tune relaxes me to a deep
sleep.